Glass bowl, cracked filled with false fruit ornate and clear but dusty. Thank you for reading! -Alina
Borrowed Beaches [poem #426]
“Borrowed beaches pressed with fine sand…”
Night Breaks (poem #425)
Night breaks the cold grass painted gray…
Flower (poem #424)
Flower rise up and touch the sun, swallowed petals into the core, I’ll only bloom in the moonlight. Thank you for reading! -Alina
My Summer: Madness, Music and Monsters
Summer is my time for working and then working some more. It’s madness when I look back at my week and think about how crazy my schedule has been and how much I work. Work is nothing, it’s what I do outside of work that I really care about: editing my book, rewriting chapters, and…